No more to see here
Baby, please go home
I thought I could love you
but now we're alone,
I realize you're such
lonesome company.
Oh misery you,
Oh misery me.
So cruel, is love.
When you're over something
that was barely a gleam
from a dream, never seen
Don't love me, not-darling
I think we bring out
the worst in ourselves
Without any help
from each other.
I thought
that I could be the one
you could need.
But all that I want
is for this not to be,
unless you could remake
you and me
to become what we know
now this can't be.
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